Isla went to her first class, which was Dark Arts, something she'd learned from the cradle. She detested the way they taught it at this school, as if it was cold, dead, and twisted. Perhaps it was twisted, but true Dark Arts was alive and beautiful. She could have taught this class.
Isla saw the 5th year approach and looked at April. "I really can't believe Quait said that about my family! I mean, who is he to judge, he doesn't know anything!"
April just nodded werily, she didnt want to argue with Isla too but she didnt want to ake sides either, she actually liked Quait now so she found it safer not to say anything.
She laugh " Sorry I'm not having the best day ever right now," she told them with a sigh " I just had a huge fight with my cousin you see whatever I'll get over it," she told them.